Passionately you arranged familiar atoms
into unfamiliar structures,
slinging ink with a quill fingertip
to inscribe your wonder upon
the universe, rolled
up like a scroll.
Creation trembles as a word,
God-breathed, fills up my lungs
and I soar, up into the
glory of a sun that will never melt my
waxen wings.
God-breathed life is
rewiring me; electricity sizzling through
veins, and I am shaking along with creation,
I am shaking in synchronization
to the pulsing of your heart,
around which
the universe is rolled up like a scroll.
